Tagged Supernatural

The Mystery of North Cote Mine

“It’s about time you changed this car Dan” said Amy as she clambered into the back seat of his pale blue 1962 Mk 1 Ford Cortina, “it’s a wreck, my feet were soaked when we got here yesterday. There’s a hole under the carpet that I can see the road through”. It was 7.30am and the rain that had poured continuously the previous day had stopped during the night and it looked like it would be a lovely August day. “Sorry Amy”, said Jack trying to start the car for the fourth time, “I can’t afford anything else just yet…

The MV Lyubov Orlava

A rotten rusting hulk losing its balky battle twixt water, air and iron plate drawn day by day ever closer toward the briny deep. The string quartet plays a mournful tune echoing around the listing listless ship, broken furniture and shards of glass litter the wretched cabaret lounge. The swimming pool rocks and rolls with stinking green Adams ale, cabins are cold dark desolate rat holes. The cruise to nowhere never ending drifting, lost forever to the eyes of man. From the maelstrom of Antarctica to peace in a Newfoundland harbour tethered to a quiet dock awaiting annihilation at the hands…

Listen To Your Wife

I hated those dolls, hundreds of them all over the house. Some small, others as big as a child. We’d been married for ten years my wife loved them, she had collected them all of her life. They were everywhere. On chairs, shelves, even the bed. Quaintly dressed china dolls. I found it hard to even set foot in my home. I had enough one day and just put them all into boxes. She went ballistic. “Where are my babies what have you done with them”? Her babies! We argued for hours, the dolls came back out. Their mean little…

The Restaurant Corridor

I stop puzzled, turning slowly this is crazy. I came out of that door, the toilet I’m sure of it. Maye I’m having a funny turn, too much booze. I have been to a restaurant with a group of friends. I can remember everything. The job, house, car, children. All of it but I feel so disorientated. Where was I? that was it in the corridor of the restaurant. I’d used the toilet and then we were going home. I just can’t find the door back to the restaurant. I turn to go back I can’t find the door that I’ve…

Carousel

“Help I can’t get off” A child’s voice was calling outside in the darkness. It was early and the morning was cold with a veil of mist all around, autumn was setting in. The voice had woken Bob, surely someone else could hear it. The cries for help persisted. Bob quickly dressed and left his room in a hurry, concerned. By now the cries for help seemed further away, further down the street, Bob followed the sound peering through the early morning half-light until he reached a small park. He never expected what he saw, the strangest thing. A carousel,…

Dom Woke Later Than Usual

It was as if some other worldly force was holding him in place. Pinned flat, he opened his eyes and breathed sharply inhaling as he looked around the room. He tried to lift his arms and legs but they wouldn’t move, each limb felt a hundred times its weight. Was he cold or hot he couldn’t be sure. Fear and confusion were racing through his mind. He tried to make sense of his surroundings, to work out where he was, what was happening. Dom’s inability to move was the thing that scared him the most. His initial confusion began to…

Fe, Esperanza Y Caridad

The Esperanza lay in her berth in the old, picturesque fishing port of Fornells. Situated on the wild and rugged north coast of Menorca. A beautiful sand coloured rocky island rising out of the crystal blue Mediterranean. The Esperanza was a beautiful boat painted white and blue, rocking gently with ropes and cables knocking against her tall white mast. No one quite remembered when she had arrived or who had been on-board. Some of the oldest residents in town remembered an old fisherman called Jose who could be seen painting and maintaining the boat for many years. He had not been seen in recent times and…

Keeper Of The Bridge

The river runs true through the wild upland scenery. A harsh winter beauty in this sleeping woodland glade. Colours subdued like the day, with water tumbling over broken stones like a thousand broken hearts. A cold lonely place, broken stones and broken hearts. Generations laboured long to claim the precious ore, scarred untidy spoil heaps are all that remain. The only other thing hereabouts. The keeper of the bridge. He hides, waiting, watching deep within the shadows evil on his mind. Travellers pass unaware of his cold, wicked stare. Patiently year on year waiting. One day he laughs and breathes his foul,…

The Visit

Sam and Jackie Bradley were delighted they were finally moving to their dream home by the sea. It had been quite a while since they had first seen the old Georgian lighthouse advertised for sale on the internet. They had fallen in love with it immediately, set as it was high on the crumbling cliffs of the wild Yorkshire coastline north of Whitby. Today was the day they had taken possession of it and were visiting from their home in London for three nights to begin sorting the new home before moving in permanently. A lot of the antique furniture that had…

Coral Beach

Jack Jameson had wanted to visit Coral Beach for years, he was widely travelled but had never visited the rugged and remote north coast of Scotland before. This was the chance he had been waiting for, a two-year posting to a nuclear research facility at Anstrachon on a wild northern headland. He had been working in the field of nuclear fusion physics since he left university and loved it but stayed sane by spending every spare hour out of the laboratory walking, swimming, cycling. Pretty much anything that would take him outdoors. He was so looking forward to his time at this facility. He was delighted…